momchester finally made a bb account

[minifridge]

You know they're just icons, right? [Mary brushes her hair out of her eyes and stares unimpressed into the... wherever it is she's looking.] There's really no need to obsess.

[She rolls her eyes and scoffs in an... incredibly teenage way.]

I don't even know why you made this account. It's not like there's a point. [squaring her shoulders determinedly, self-consciously aware that she looks a little silly.] My life will be way too boring for you to write anything about and that's just fine with me. Got it?

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hdu insult the beatles tho

[minifridge]

What do you mean?

I'M NOT I SWEAR I just loved minifridge and fridge references in general okay

[fridgetothefire]

What's it like having a - boring life.

[She almost said 'having a life'.]

i did too but the beatles win all ;a;

[minifridge]

...I don't know yet.

this is true

[fridgetothefire]

Oh yeah?

[She grins a little, tentative, curious. Go on Mary, tell her more.]

[minifridge]

Unfortunately.

[She just shrugs. Not that she wouldn't love to spill, but rules are rules.]

But I'm going to get away, I know I am.

[fridgetothefire]

Controlling parents?

[the MOST sympathetic]

[minifridge]

[A hint of a smile.] You could say that. My dad has all these ideas for me- they both do. They want me to live a certain life and the only way out I can see is to just run away.

[fridgetothefire]

[so soft, almost a whisper, like she's afraid to say it out loud, even here]

I'd love to run away.

[minifridge]

[Now Mary's hunter senses are tingling- or at least the sense that can tell when someone needs help. She steps forward, putting a hand on the girl's shoulder gently, all gentle touches and open ears.]

What do you want to run from?

[fridgetothefire]

[She tenses, immediately tries to hide it, but can't quite relax. She laughs, a weak huff of breath. Gosh, she's such a silly little girl, what is she even talking about, it's probably not important.]

Nothing. It's just my Dad.

[minifridge]

[Of course that doesn't change anything. Parents can be the worst monsters of all.]

If I tell you how my life is weird, will you tell me?

[fridgetothefire]

It's a deal.

[She's vaguely planning to lie, but - maybe. If she decides Mary is someone she could tell. A little of it. That might even be a relief.]

[minifridge]

Okay.

[She can't believe she's actually doing this. The look of fear passing over her face is painfully obvious before she swallows it down with a bright smile. It only lasts a few seconds, then fades into something more strained and honest.]

This will be hard to believe, but my parents fight monsters. [It sounds so strange when she says it like that. Only a little deterred, she plunges on. It almost feels good to finally tell someone.] Ghosts, vampires, even demons. I was raised in the life and- not only is it completely terrifying but I have to lie all the time to everyone around me. I've even had to lie to the police before, because they don't know the truth.

[fridgetothefire]

[She listens carefully, eyes solemn and sharp. She doesn't disbelieve.]

What are they like? Monsters.

[minifridge]

[That reaction is the last thing she expects, but Mary's smart. She can roll with it.]

They're- they're awful. Terrifying. So much more than any human should be able to deal with, and a lot of times they are. [Before she knows how to stop it her voice is dipping into a slightly scared stage whisper.] So many people die in that life. I don't even know how my parents have lasted.

[fridgetothefire]

You're all humans, then.

[minifridge]

[Mary reacts instantly, dropping her hand and stepping back one, two, three paces, whipping out a knife from nowhere.]

What are you?!

[fridgetothefire]

[Anya just looks at the knife, sad and resigned, then looks away. It's not fear - it's shame.]

I'm human.

You don't have to worry about me.

[minifridge]

[For a long, tense moment Mary does nothing. Just looks the girl over, checking body language, posture, expression, watching for any small movements.

But no. She's telling the truth. Mary pockets her knife, slightly shame-faced.]

I'm sorry. Normally the only people who say things like that are... monsters, right before their fangs come out.

[fridgetothefire]

[She laughs again, and it's a jagged, bitter sound.]

Dad's not. Human. He always says you'll all kill us if you can - and I guess he's right, yeah?

[minifridge]

[She tenses.]

What is he?

[fridgetothefire]

[She shrugs one shoulder. She can't bring herself to say mutant, not after a lifetime of family loyalty beaten in, not after that knife. Maybe there are humans out there like Anya, humans that just want to mind their own business, but she can't pretend Mary is one of them.]

He's more.

[And that's only the truth, the only truth that matters.]

[minifridge]

What does that mean? How can you not be like him?

[fridgetothefire]

I don't know. Mom was human. He kept waiting for me to turn out to be special, but - I'm just not.

[minifridge]

There's nothing wrong with that.

What's special about him? Are his parents human?